The two of them had wanted this for far too long now. They had tried to suppress the undeniably strong attraction between them. They had tried to deny the shivers they felt when they accidentally brushed past each other at work, the increased pounding of their hearts when they looked at each other, the fluttery feeling deep in their stomachs when they thought about each other late at night. Now, two pairs of hazel eyes mirrored each other – one set shy, one just uncertain. The two girls were finally alone together after months and months of hesitation – one too reticent to express her feelings and the other having a very difficult time coming to terms with her newfound sexuality. The shy girl had eventually, with some encouragement, managed to slip a note into the second girl's locker one day at their workplace, so she could be sure that she would have found it after:
"I know how you feel as I felt the same way at first. But now, all I feel is how much I want to be with you. If you feel the same – and I know you do – meet me outside the library at 6pm. Please show. Xx"
Of course the second girl had turned up. She had known for a long time now that the only way she could eventually ever truly accept herself was to admit it, to admit that she was bisexual; and the first step in doing that was to admit that she had feelings for her co-worker that had been building.
The first girl, the shy one, was both younger and taller than the other, with a slender and willowy physique. Dyed purple and pink hair fell to her chest in rippling waves, settling naturally over her small breasts. Her lip and nose were pierced, along with her tongue and navel. Black swirls of mascara and eyeshadow complimented a pale pink lipstick. She was wearing a black Paramore t-shirt with a little pair of clingy denim shorts, sheer tights adorned with black skulls, and high-heeled black boots, and had been leaning against the library wall with her eyes on the floor when the second girl had arrived, tapping her on the shoulder and making her jump. She had giggled, a little nervously.
The second girl had a curvy figure, with fuller breasts and rounder hips. Her hair was dyed jet-black, shorter on one side than the other, brushing her shoulders with the longest strands. She had two tattoos, a red heart on her left wrist and Latin script on her right arm. Her fingernails were painted baby-blue. Dark jeans, a blue top with lace ruffles and brown suede ankle-boots completed her look.
The first girl had taken the second's hand, and led her from the library back to her house and up to her bedroom; pink and black walls totally covered with various pop-punk band posters, with a bed to match in terms of colour, and silky sheets. A plush black fur rug lay in the centre of cream carpet.
The two of them had sat on the bed and spoken for hours about everything. Their feelings, the shyness and the reluctance, the denial, the secrecy. Neither of them could dispute the fact that the conversation had put them more at ease with the situation, but both were still holding back. This had brought them to where they were now, hands and eyes both interlocked, but still a stalemate.
It had gone on for long enough – too long already, in fact. It had to be broken.
"Kiss me..." the black-haired girl murmured softly, almost completely imperceptible.
"What?" Her friend's eyes widened. She was sure she heard wrong; hoping against hope she hadn't.
"I want you to kiss me. Please...I don't wanna talk anymore. I want this. I know that now. I tried so hard, so fucking hard, to shut you out. I couldn't accept the fact that I had feelings for another girl. But I do. I do, and they aren't going away. Your note made me realise something. That I'm not the first to go through this, and I won't be the last. I was so afraid, but you...you make me feel safe..."
Her words trailed off into a tiny surprised moan as a set of soft lips met hers. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the feeling, kissing back with a fire she didn't remember ever starting. This confirmed it; she was bi. For the first time, she didn't feel like there was anything wrong with that.
The kiss deepened seemingly of its own accord; lips parted and tongues intertwined, one pierced and one not, both equally passionate in their exploration. Fingers tangled in hair of different colours. Two soft sighs escaped two feminine bodies, pressed together as they lay down together on the bed.
For two flowers the world finally felt complete, then fell away to what felt like heaven.
The pair of them fell onto the silken sheets, giggling happily as they continued their kiss, lips still firmly locked together. Baby-blue nails trailed softly down a pale neck. A pierced tongue flicked delicately and slowly across a collarbone. Little pleasured sounds were elicited with each movement.
The purple-haired girl finally broke the kiss. "Wait here," she said softly. "We need music."
"Hurry back, Daisy. I'm beginning to like this..." the other girl said with a mischievous grin.
"Well...All Time Low or Kids In Glass Houses? The sooner you choose, the sooner –"
"You can get back to kissing me?" the dark-haired girl finished, smiling.
"Something like that, Rose, sure..." Daisy purred.
"Go with All Time Low. I think they're touring soon."
"Promise you'll take me?"
Rose grinned. "Of course. And then we can go to the gig, too."
Suddenly, Daisy's skin wasn't quite so pale, a creeping red flush spreading over her body warmly.
"I...um..."
"Just put the CD on and get your cute butt back here."
Daisy bit her lip hard. Since she and Rose had talked more openly and the other girl's fear of who she was had lessened, she had certainly made no effort to hide the sexual desire she fiercely held. She knew that her partner had a dominant personality but had only recently seen the physical side of what that meant; whilst the pair hadn't gone much further than kissing and light touching, Rose was clearly very keen. Daisy had always been shy about her body, but tonight it would be all hers.
Slipping an album into the player, she wandered her way slowly back to the bed where Rose waited, and who practically dragged her back onto it, their lips meeting once more as Rose rolled Daisy onto her back and straddled her, tangling her fingers in her hair and holding the side of her neck firmly, keeping her head in place as she bit and licked at her lips. Daisy's breathing was faster now, almost a pant as she kissed back, parting her lips for Rose's eager tongue, sucking it gently. Her hands wandered over Rose's hips and up under the back of her top, caressing her spine and shoulders and causing her to gasp quietly. She retaliated by tugging up Daisy's shirt, keeping eye contact with her as she swirled the tip of her tongue in little circles around her pierced navel. Daisy moaned in pleasure, biting her lip again as her body arched up reflexively towards Rose's mouth. The beat of the music in the background played on as the two of them continued playing with each other, both trying to outdo the other in terms of teasing, Rose continuing to trail her tongue over Daisy's skin as Daisy stroked and scratched her long nails down Rose's back. Eventually, Rose pulled back from her lover, looking equal parts thoughtful and playful. Daisy looked a little confused.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that I'd like to see more of you, and that you're wearing too many clothes."
"I...oh..."
Her response came out as an almost involuntary moan, and she blushed again. It occurred to her that she had probably spent more time blushing since meeting Rose than in the rest of her life.
Grinning, Rose tugged Daisy's shirt up more and off over her head, revealing a pretty black bra trimmed with lace over perky B-cup breasts. She ran her fingers over it lightly, and Daisy shivered.
"Not fair," she whined. "I want to see your body too..."
"Well, I suppose you've been good..." Rose whispered seductively.
"I'm always good for you," Daisy replied in a soft voice, lowering her eyes.
It was established, even on a basic level of personality, that Daisy was usually the more submissive of the two. That wasn't to say she
